Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian said as an elder: "Although Aijia is not your biological mother, she is also your nominal mother. Your Majesty is the king of a country, and you should understand this courtesy."

Xiao Junyu frowned, with impatience between his brows.

To call a woman four years older than him as his mother?

"I don't understand."

The little emperor's face was cold, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of shame because he admitted that he didn't understand, but he was somewhat righteous.

don't know?

The wind raised an eyebrow.

"That's why the first emperor asked Ai's family to teach Seventeen."

Jun Yu had a cold and delicate face, and when he heard the other party's name, he pursed his lips and was silent for a moment.

After that, he resisted: "You are not allowed to call me Seventeen."

Maybe the little emperor felt that this was too rude and lost the emperor's demeanor, and he added: "Even if it is the queen mother, you have to call me your majesty."

The child's rigid and serious tone, originally spoken from the emperor's mouth, should be very intimidating and majestic, but the child is still young, with a delicate face that pretends to be deep, plus the maturity that does not match his age, It seems a little contrasting.

Feng Qian resisted the urge to pinch the little emperor's face.

"Then, Your Majesty, can Aijia start teaching?"

The empress dowager with delicate makeup smiles brightly, and will not affect her mood because of the emperor's rudeness and neglect.

The little emperor thought to himself, her psychological construction is not bad.

However, the name of the other party's Majesty did not seem to be much smoother.

Jun Yu frowned, with a face of bitterness and hatred, with a small face.

He curled his lips, "Yes."

The wind smiled lightly.

The young queen mother got up, walked to the bookshelf in the imperial study, and slowly raised her hand.

Following the girl's movements, the wide sleeves slipped, revealing her delicate and fair wrists.

Feng Qian took out a volume of books, turned and walked towards the little emperor.

"Then, Your Majesty, we will start with etiquette today."

The girl looked serious and tried her best to pose as a parent, while the little emperor who was listening to the lecture also had a straight face.

Feng Qian coughed lightly, and casually opened the scroll in his hand, the faint scent of the book mixed with the extremely soothing ambergris in the air wafted into his nostrils.

The young girl pinched the pages of the book with her slender fingertips and said in a serious tone, "The so-called filial piety comes first, so Your Majesty, today I will learn filial piety with the Ai family."

The little emperor's eyes dimly looked at the calm and indifferent Queen Mother.

Sure enough, in the next second, the girl opened her lips and said, "So, the first thing Your Majesty will learn today is the name."

The little emperor frowned, "I know all these things. I'm not a three-year-old."

The girl put the scroll lightly on her lap and said calmly, "Well, Aijia knows that His Majesty is not a three-year-old child. After all, His Majesty is only a ten-year-old child now."

Jun Yu: "..."

On the young man's delicate face, his beautiful eyebrows knitted together.

"I'm not young."

He retorted.

He is a dignified king of a country, being called young by this young queen mother is really... unbearable!

Feng Qian's eyes showed a kind smile, "It's not small, I don't wet the bed anymore."

Jun Yu: "..."

The little emperor flicked his sleeves and snorted, his little face extremely cold.

If the royal father had not sealed this woman as the queen mother, and reminded him not to touch this woman, he would have eliminated her in minutes.

Wetting the bed?

He is a dignified king of a country, will he still wet the bed? !

It's hilarious.

"The queen mother's words are so vulgar, I still can't get the queen mother to teach."

The implication was that the little emperor did not want Feng Qian to teach him.